This is about the daughter of the Sons of Anarchy. How does she handle "the life"? She deals with her own life, meanwhile her mother pushes her to hold the title she currently holds. Read to find out about the one and only Rosalie Morrow.
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Rose stood in the doorway, watching Maren pack up Kip's stuff. After the bridge she's burned with Maren, she was hesitant on helping with anything that had to do with Kip. She didn't want to disrespect Maren in this moment, even if her dislike for the girl was still there.
Vincent was different. Though; he was closer to Kip, and he didn't want to believe he was actually dead. He didn't want to help get rid of his things, or pack up his things. He wanted to remain as clueless as he could. Vincent was avoiding anything that had to do with Kip's death.
This left Rose to deal with all of his denial, and with one of the good traits she's inherited from Gemma, she knew she could handle it.
Caregiving was in her DNA.
Rose forgot how long she had been watching Maren pack up Kip's stuff, as she coughed up the smoke from the cigarette, catching Maren's attention. There was a silent glare Maren shot at Rose, waiting for an explanation.
"Sorry.. Just wondering if you wanted help—" Rose started.
"It's okay. I got it." Maren said blankly. Rose nodded, looking down, before grinning weakly and attempting to walk away. "Hey Rose?"
"Mhm?" Rose said, putting the cigarette back in her mouth.
"Why.. Why didn't you stop it?" Maren shuddered, her eyes tearing up.
Rose sighed, before walking in and sitting at the end of his bed, next to Maren. She inhaled the cigarette before handing it to Maren.
"When I, uh," Rose exhaled. "By the time I got there, his body was already laying on the floor—" Rose dropped the serious and relaxed front she was putting on, and suddenly was feeling everything she felt in that moment when she saw Kip's body all over again. "He was already gone, Maren." Rose gulped, not allowing herself to sob in front of Maren.
Maren nodded, frowning as she inhaled the smoke from the cigarette.
"He hasn't even been gone a day and I miss him so much. I didn't think I could hurt this bad." Maren bit her lip.
"It will be like that for a while." Rose scoffed, thinking of Esai. Maren stayed silent before putting the cigarette out. Rose broke the silence, "Are you sure you don't want me to help you?" She stood up, attempting to leave.
"No, I got it. Thanks." Maren sighed, before going back to folding Kip's clothes.
"Anytime." Rose frowned, as she turned around to walk away. She took in a few deep breath, and swallowing the lump in her throat.
Rose walked down, seeing some of the guys walk out of the Chapel. Her eyes directly go to Vincent. He seemed fine, and Rose knew he could breakdown at any moment. That's what scared her the most.
